R is for regret. Still. Regretting.
Not only for the Gap between one's Ideal self image and actual self-image.
For the choices we made. The things we did. But more than what we did, is what we didn't do. The pain of not trying tends to be worse than the consequences of trying.
Once again, its about giving in to the wrong person, on the wrong day.
The bad song has been replaced. By a worse song. This time its the whole soundtrack of a movie and for shits, they've added in the whole movie, free of charge. Just to taunt you.
Life, that single strand that remains of the diverse web of possibilities, cut and shredded by the Moirae, the three fates. Trimming off the web if life's possibilities and cutting deep. Until all that is left is the single yarn of our collective decisions and run-ins with fate. Then that too, one day gets cut by the moirae. Hopefully, before that, one's yarn is of one's own choosing. Cut with purpose and wisdom. So that one day when the three fates decide to sever our final thread, we find another strand holding it up.
Violence still isnt the answer. I'm still picking wrong on purpose.
No.
R.
R is for Revenge.
